So there we were, having breakfast at the Comfort Inn in Atlanta having been bumped from our connecting flight home. (NOTE TO SELF: Start packing undies in carry-on from this day forward.)
There's a guy toasting an English muffin while on his cell phone. Flames start shooting out, yet he remains on the phone. He pushed something, the flaming muffin pops up and he starts batting it with his free hand. Meanwhile, I'm looking at the sprinkler head and thinking "buddy, we don't have a change of clothes since our luggage is in NY and we're in GA. If I get wet, you'll need medical assistance to have your phone removed."
And no, he never as much as interrupted his call.
There's a guy toasting an English muffin while on his cell phone. Flames start shooting out, yet he remains on the phone. He pushed something, the flaming muffin pops up and he starts batting it with his free hand. Meanwhile, I'm looking at the sprinkler head and thinking "buddy, we don't have a change of clothes since our luggage is in NY and we're in GA. If I get wet, you'll need medical assistance to have your phone removed."
And no, he never as much as interrupted his call.